Incessant knocking woke Emma up from one of the most peaceful sleeps she has ever enjoyed; a reprieve from the rough ones plagued with weird dreams she has been having these past two weeks. Dreams that she never understood, or even remembered afterward.
"Who is there?!" She shouted from the bed, when the knock dropped again, to prevent the knocker from breaking down the fine doors that protected the entrance of her room.
Couldn't they let her be in peace for a whole week? She has suffered in this short life of hers! Even though she was aware now of the responsibility on her shoulders, she would have preferred quality food and sleep over trainings.
"It's Gira. You have a meeting with the council now."
Gira. That was the name of the lady that had led her to the suite, that had promised to take care of Prescott with utmost care.
